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It’s said that home is where the heart is: that it’s wherever your family, pets, creature comforts or whatever or whoever else it is that you keep pushing through the day to get to at its end are. It’s a place but also a feeling, and thus moving is an awkward, jarring process- you can shuffle those people and things to somewhere new, even in the exact same arrangement, and it still takes a while for that intangible homeness to settle in. Sure, a home has a place for your shoes and computer and groceries and towel and whatever else, but on top of all that, a blader is never really settled in anywhere until they find a new blade-home, too.
It could be the ledge you massaged into sliding just right, or the ramp at the park you feel like you could skate blindfolded. Or it’s those skating homies who you can hang out with all day anywhere, landing every trick or none at all, having a blast either way. Maybe it’s just looking down at your skates and seeing that blur of your front wheel moving forever forwards. For some, their blade-home is the purposeful absence of any single one of the above; instead it’s hitting the road and keeping moving, filling that void with a hundred samples of blade-homes shared with them by the bladers they meet along the way. If you’re lucky- really lucky- you get to have all these facets of home in your physical home- something to skate, and homies to do so with, and bladers wandering through town to share all of it with, and of course your bed and cat and the rest of the normal home stuff too. For nearly five years I’ve been just that lucky, here in 1217 Griswold, Unit Five South.
That’s right- our new landlord, Dan Gilbert, Savior of Detroit, has decreed that we & our neighbors are in the way of Progress. Thus we must go, and your last chance to blade the infamous 1217 Griswold loft is this Saturday, Feb 15th, from 8pm til whenever. If you need more info, post here, or in the forums, or email me at email@example.com.